#MCU heimdal

[tarithenurse]

Consummation

Fandom: MCU Pairing/starring: Heimdal x fem!Asgardian!reader Content: Just pure fluff and smut. A/N: This is the followup to “Heimdal’s Question” which you technically don’t have to read in order to enjoy it, but I’d love for it to get some more attention.

Consummation

You are tired and slightly tipsy as Heimdal leads you to your temporary lodgings at the palace. The royal family had extended the courtesy, insisting that the last you should have to worry about was house-holding, cooking and tidying up the first 48 hours of your marriage. The gold and white gown drifts in the early morning breeze as you pass an open door to a balcony with a view over Asgard where the sky is growing pale – the wedding party has lasted til just before dawn. Your shoes makes your feet ache but you know you’d follow your soulmate anywhere at any time.

You’re caught off guard by the sound of a door closing behind you, too lost in thought to have realized that you’ve entered a fabulous room. A room that’s yours for the next days.

Even though the fireplace is cold, the place is bathed in a golden light from dozens of candles and flower petals are strewn upon the creamy silks of the bed making you giggle slightly at the thought of what is about to take place.

Heimdal looks at you. “It is your choice how we proceed...if you just want to sleep th-”

But you notice the flickering, hungry gaze to your body and it makes you feel warm and tingly. Wanted. “Please,” you whisper sultry, “don’t make me wait any longer.”

All night, you’ve been admiring the man of your dreams and now you’re finally alone. How could you delay any longer? Heat pools in your belly and you reach up to unfasten the veil from your shoulders. It drifts to the floor and is soon joined by the sash.

Heimdal catches the idea and he too begins to undress, revealing a firm and broad torso that further ignites your hunger. Strong arms and hands work effortlessly to remove boots and socks before hesitating on the belt buckle all while his eyes never leave you. Your own gaze roving, you notice the prominent bulge twitch as you release your dress, allowing it to pool at your feet. Stepping out of it, you walk up to your husband and reach forward, caressing his cock through the leather of the trousers.

“Please?” you whisper and he nods breathlessly.

Hands begin to move frantically, shedding the last shreds of clothes as Heimdal walks you backwards to the bed. The last thing he does before laying you down slowly, is to step out of the trousers, revealing a proud erection that takes your breath away.

He’s gentle, even as he stalks you across the mattress until you can get no further but rest against the fluffy pillows. And then, finally, his mouth find yours. A hand cups your face, lips gently brushing against lips while warm breaths fan your face softly. There’s a sweet, honeyed taste of mead. He’s hovering over you, encompassing your entire world. Candle light flickers across his beautiful skin and reflects in the gold of his eyes, making it seem like molten pools of amber.

Then his lips move to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. Further down over the tops of your breasts which his hand cups and squeezes gingerly, rolling your already sensitive nipples between the fingers until your back arches and he can’t help but lower his head and take one of them in his mouth. Licking. Suckling. Biting teasingly.

Yourself are trying to breathe evenly, hands massaging his shoulders and arms when you don’t cup his head to steer him further down your body, impatient as the need builds in you, making your hips roll in search of some friction but finding nothing.

Still, he gets the point and moves further, fingers dancing to your mound before deftly tracing your folds, each stroke ending with a little circle around the bundle of nerves that is tingling with anticipation. It makes you gasp, writhing to chase his movement that so effortlessly seek out what you want.

Heimdal chuckles, planting a last kiss by your hip bone before delving between your thighs.

Heat rises within you. Throwing your head back, you can’t help but moan his name and he answers with a growl that vibrates through your pelvis. All you can do is hold on to his head, trying not to push or pull too much. You wish you could do more.

And then the idea strikes.

“Wait, hon,” you gasp, pulling away awkwardly. “Lie on your back, please.”

He does as you ask without hesitation and you crawl down his body until his face is between your legs once more and you, on the other hand, can place kisses and licks to his weeping cock head.

Heimdal begins before you get a proper grip on his cock, lapping eagerly at your folds which means that you can feel him stutter the moment your lips encircle him. Taking him as deep as you can without choking, you begin experimenting, bobbing your head up and down until you find the right angle to take him deeper. With each trip to the tip, your tongue darts around the crown and as you do that again and again, his mouth parts from your cunt and he groans deeply.

“I can’t...I can’t concentrate if you continue,” he gasps, making you smile at having such power over him right now.

Your lips let go with a soft plop. “Then just enjoy it, my love.”

Continuing, it becomes a game to distract each other the most and for you to pull the sweetest sounds from his mouth, the buzz of groans heightening your own pleasure which he stubbornly seeks to continue providing.

Still, you’re the one who’s unprepared for the moment he inserts a finger, wriggling and pumping it along to the speed you’re following. Then two and you feel your cunt clench, wanting more and yet being so close to the edge as he has found that special spot deep within.

“Let me...please, let me see you,” he growls.

He manoeuvres you easily, getting you on your back before he slots himself between your legs and lines up. You bend your legs in anticipation, wanting to grant him easy access and he smiles, equally eager and rubbing his cock between your folds to ready himself.

Kissing you, he drives in slowly, stealing away the air from your lungs with each inch. It’s quite a lot of inches and all of them adds to the growing pressure in your abdomen. Red hot desire and desperation for more. Reaching down, you grab Heimdal’s ass and pulls him further, urging him as deep as he can.

“Very well,” he too is breathless but he follows your less than subtle hints and fills you up before finding a steady rhythm back and forth.

Your body tightens automatically, overwhelmed by the fullness and the delight that’s coursing through your veins. Clenching around his cock, it’s all you can do to remember to breathe as he picks up the pace.

“Touch yourself, my love,” he pleads.

Who would you be to deny him? One hand coasts to his shoulder, feeling his muscles work under the skin, while the other delves between your bodies in search for your clit, finding it expertly. Slow at first, you begin to rub tight circles but soon you find his and your speed increasing, driving you to the edge sooner than anticipated.

You’re babbling, whining as the tension in your core is about to snap.

“Cum for me, love.”

Legs spasming, body shaking, you do as you’re told. Searing light and a rush that makes you feel like you’re flying. Your cunt grips him like a vice and you are vaguely aware that he spasms, ramming deep within you with a deep groan.

It takes a while before the two of you calm down enough to move let alone talk but when you come to your senses, Heimdal lazily kisses you.

“My beloved,” he whispers hoarsely.

“My soulmate,” you answer, legs now jelly.

[the-bi-fangirl-biatch]

remember when loki compared himself to thor? and he implied that he too has gone soft due to falling for a mortal?

now, remember thor asking heimdall to watch over jane’s life for him?

guess what loki was doing with mobius’ life right now?

[logray]

THOR: THE DARK WORLD | THOR: LOVE AND THUNDER

[velvet4510]

The implications of Rio Vidal/Death’s introduction to the MCU are enormous.

Now we know in retrospect that every single MCU character who has ever died was escorted onward by her.

So it’s not just Nicky, Sharon, Alice, and Lilia.

Abraham Erskine, Meredith Quill, Ho Yinsen, Phil Coulson, Frigga, Pietro Maximoff, Peggy Carter, T’Chaka, Odin, Hela, Erik Killmonger, Heimdall, OG!Loki, OG!Gamora, Thanos, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Aunt May, Jane Foster, T’Challa, Ramonda, Maria Hill … all of them saw her when their time came.

And it makes sense that Marc Spector & Steven Grant never saw her, because it was not their time yet and she knew they’d be sent back.

[tondw0o]

Bucky doodle and study's

[foxglovecove]

Loki does a dad joke, Heimdall does a hit

[providence-park]

IDRIS ELBA as Heimdall

THOR: THE DARK WORLD (2013) Dir. Alan Taylor

[a10wea]

fic reading challenge

Finished the summer @ficreadingchallenge ! a little late 😅 This was a lot of fun and got me reading great fics I wouldn't have thought to look for otherwise, as well as a bunch of stuff on my to-read list. I thoroughly recommend all of these!!!

I did have trouble finding a fic for "dressing up" so if you have any recs let me know!

list of fics under the cut

domestic/curtain fic: A Perfect Day by cakeisnotpie (MCU, Clint/Phil)

newest fic in the tag of your choice: gave me no compasses, gave me no signs by argentoswan (ATLA, Zukka)

crossover or fusion fic: Caught Up in Our Stories by gogglor (MCU, Stony)

fix-it fic: (what is hate) but jilted love by LemonGrenade (MCU, Stony)

superpowers / no powers AU: Hot Rod Red by @frankthesnek (MCU, Stony)

fake dating: Duty and Burden by @skylightpirate (DnDHAT, Xedgin)

character study: Never for the Dragon by @ladyshadowdrake (MCU, Stony)

secret relationship: Galeas III by @stitchyarts (MCU, Stony)

angst: Double Time by @sineala (Marvel Comics, Stony)

5+ year old fic: Emanata (The Comics Will Break Your Heart Remix) by @teaberryblue (Marvel Comics, Stony)

happy ending: Wolves in the World by ladyshadowdrake (MCU, Stony)

deaging / kid fic: Silver and Gold by @scioscribe (Thor Movies, Heimdall & Loki)

Free Space: Danger Mouse by @isozyme (Marvel 616, Stony)

fic written by someone who follows you: A Wish Your Heart Makes by @carsonian (MCU, Stony)

remix fic pair: Just for the Conversation by @msermesth (Marvel Comics, Stony)

less than 20 kudos: Falling Again; We've All Been Here by @onebuckybitch (MCU, Bucky & Steve)

dressing up: honestly I could not find a fic with this tag, if you have any recs, let me know!

multiple authors: Double Whammy by @festiveferret, @hollyandvice (MCU, Stony)

only one bed: Situation Normal: All Fucked Up by @kandisheek

podfic: More Than Skin Deep by @whenas-in-silks (Marvel Comics, Stony)

rarepair: Winter Quarters by @AcornsOnTheGround, @teeelsie-posts (Marvel Comics, DCU Comics, Clint Barton/Dick Grayson)

parallel universe: Through a Glass, Darkly by @calaisreno (Sherlock Holmes, Holmes/Watson)

BIPOC main character: Red Velvet by ladyshadowdrake (MCU, Nick Fury & Natasha Romanov)

inspired by another fanwork: on the mend by @meidui (MCU, Steve & Avengers)

unhappy / bittersweet ending: drag its private sweetness through my teeth by @loveinhawkins (Stranger Things, Steddie)

[agathas-megacoven]

I’m scared for my lil guy Mobius on the timelines all by himself. What if some non-Kang related big bad who has managed to evade the reformed TVA’s watch and wants to control a bunch of timelines puts 2 and 2 together, realises that Möbius was a key player in helping establish Loki at the centre of the Yggdrasil (that Loki cares deeply about Mobius and visa versa) and comes after him in the hopes to oust Loki? Part of me feels like Mobius could handle it but Mobius doesn’t have big scary dog privileges anymore girlies, what with Loki being tangled up at the Citadel and it worries me. Sylvie is a slippery lil sword wielding snake (affectionate) who’s entire childhood WAS self-preservation and survival, she’ll be fine. B15, O.B and Casey are all somewhat afforded better protection from within the TVA but what about Mobius? He’s just a lil mourning retiree trying to make a new life for himself. What if danger finds him? I trust B15 to have some sort of protection and emergency measures in place for him but what if it’s not enough?

[szvper]

Heimdall.

What if. . . Thor were the only child?

[lokiinmediasideblog]

Odin Parenting HCs

He always victim-blames Thor and Loki for anything bad that happened to them. Because bad things only happen to bad/weak/stupid kids, especially those that hide themselves from the gatekeeper's sight or didn't train enough.

Thor and Loki are very privileged, and never lacked anything material. BUT Odin's parenting is very authoritative. No dangerous quest (or learned magic) they completed was ever good enough, and he pitted them against each other with the possibility of inheriting the throne.

I've mentioned I think of Thor and Loki as very privileged but still falling under the child soldier category. This is because they were expected to quell skirmishes across the 9 realms from a rather young age. And they'd get home and get yelled at for causing too much property damage.

Odin used the gatekeeper before Heimdall to deny privacy to Thor and Loki. Loki learning to hide from their sight to have a semblance of privacy was the bane of his existence.

Heimdall's more chill than the previous gatekeeper, and allowed Thor more privacy. It's why Thor's quite fond of him.

Loki, being able to hide, never trusted any gatekeepers nor had the need to do so.

[tarithenurse]

Heimdal’s Question

Fandom: MCU Pairing/starring: Heimdal x fem!Asgardian!reader Content: Just pure fluff and domesticity. Lots of romance. A/N: I was feeling sappy so I did a thing. No, Asgard has never been destroyed.

Heimdal’s Question

...  Heimdal   ...

They weren’t just butterflies, the things flapping around in his stomach. Eagles. Dragons. Something big enough that it made him tremble and feel nauseated...although it wasn’t enough to chase away the giddiness he had to conceal.

Why so nervous? Heimdal had made a decision. Not just any decision, but one he’d have to follow up on today when the love of his life finally arrived home to him.

Pacing back and forth in his station, he looked to the faraway world where she was busy being a hero – a task he never would take from her although it filled him with worry each time she left to battle great evil. This time, just like all the other times before, the battle had been won and she, Loki, and Thor were preparing to come home.

From far across the realms, a voice calls out for him: “Heimdal!”

That is his cue. Inserting the sword in the mechanism, he twists, unleashing the Bifrost and watches it travel beyond the stars at his will. It’s magnificent as always, the light and colours that blaze through the darkness of the universe...but he only has eyes for one thing. One person.

...  Reader   ...

You love the rush of travelling via the Bifrost. The wind whipping about you, pulling at your clothes and making your eyes water, and the bright light that stretches ahead and above you, leading you home to where you left your heart.

You’re in love – have been for many years now – and your impatience is starting to wear on you although you should have known that this, just like anything else, would be a thought that would have to mature in Heimdal’s mind before he’d be ready to act on it.

Maybe you should ask him? It would not be in accordance with Asgardian tradition, but you’ve travelled around enough to know that there are other ways to instigate a marriage. You also do know, however, that the man you love is proper AND stubborn enough to refuse it any other ways than the “proper” way and so you sigh a puff of air that disappear into the torrent surrounding the Bifrost.

Hard ground meets your feet and you regain your balance quickly, looking immediately for the one that holds your heart.

Golden eyes. Broad, perfect smile that’s meant just for you even though Thor tries to lay claim to it right away:

“Heimdal,” the God of Thunder booms, “good to see you too.”

Loki rolls his eyes at his brother before nodding to the Gatekeeper and leaving, dragging the blond man with him.

It’s just the two of you now. You could ask him. You want to...but you refrain.

...

You’ve bathed and dressed for the feast but Heimdal (who for once has gotten a replacement for the station and therefore can attend with you) is leading you down the paths to the castle garden. Silvery trees with emerald leaves stand as pillars and domes a ceiling above you while fragrant flowers nod in greeting in the faint breeze. There’s a small pond with a stream that gurgles merrily, like a soft melody, and lanterns have been hung from branches. In other words: you don’t mind the detour.

“Beloved,” Heimdal stops your meandering, “there is something we must discuss before we continue.”

Anxiety grips your chest at the nervous expression on his face and as he takes your hand, you can feel his tremble, making you fear the worst. And this morning you’d been on the verge of proposing to him! Whatever comes next, you’re not sure you want to hear it but there’s nowhere for you to hide. Not from him. Mouth too dry to form words, you just nod.

And then he kneels. One of his big hands conjures a little box from a pocket and he has to let go of you to open it, revealing a ring as gorgeous as you could ever have imagined.

“Y/N...will you do me the honour of marrying me?”

For a second you can’t breathe, unable to fathom that he really has asked you but you somehow manage to push out the most important word in your life up until this point: “Yes!”

You repeat it, just to make sure. And then again as he slips the ring on your finger and again as Heimdal kisses you.

...  Heimdal   ...

He has barely let go of her, constantly seeking her touch one way or another during the feast, and the few times they’ve been pulled apart, Heimdal’s been watching her. Seeing her show off the ring. Witnessing how she beams as she is being congratulated with the engagement. It makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

“Heimdal, my man!” a heavy hand slaps down on his shoulder and he turns to see Thor smiling broadly at him.

Returning the smile, Heimdal lifts the goblet of wine he’d almost spilled. “Prince Thor.”

The prince in question waves dismissively at the title as he sits down next to him. “I hear congratulations are in order. Finally popped the question, hm?”

“Finally? But yes, yes I have.” He can feel pride swell in his chest although he’s not entirely certain why. “And I was wondering if I might ask you a favour...”

“Anything, you are my friend.”

Heimdal hesitates for a moment, but who else can he ask? “It would mean a lot to me if you would be my man of honour.”

It’s not impossible to astound the friendly god but he rarely sits quiet for long. This time the man says nothing but simply embraces Heimdal tightly.

Then he stands up, grabs a fresh drink and turns back to the watcher, teary eyed before finally saying: “It would be my honour!” Then he gets a serious frown on his brows. “What are my duties and when’s the wedding?”

...  Reader   ...

Heimdal has promised not to peek and you trust that he won’t but right now you could still use his calm to soothe your frazzled nerves as you prepare to stride into the throne room. You know Odin will be waiting with your groom by the throne, ready to make your marriage a reality. You know the place is packed with important people. At least you look amazing with the flower crown on your head and the dress made of layers of gossamer silk flowing from your body like a river of gold and white.

And then it happens: the grand doors open slowly and the chorus begins to sing, instigating the pace you’ve rehearsed at home when no one watched. It’s your cue to walk up the aisle and when you start...oh, you feel like running, wanting to get to your dazzling love as soon as possible, but you restrain yourself and instead step forward in a more moderate pace.

You’re halfway when you notice the tears in the golden eyes of his.

...  Heimdal   ...

If he hadn’t already known then this would have been the eye opener: Y/N is the most beautiful woman in the universe. In the multiverse. Breath knocked from his lungs, it’s all he can do to keep standing still, waiting for her to come to him. What he really wants to do is go to meet her, kneel before her once more and offer up his soul and heart...but an approximation of that will happen soon enough and while he waits, Heimdal just stares at the wonder before him.

Thor whistles ever so softly under his breath, nudging Heimdal slightly and earning a quick scowl from Odin...but none of that registers with the groom.

Heimdal just can’t believe that it’s really happening, that he gets to be so lucky. Somehow, the ancestors has found it in them to allow him to find someone that compliments him, someone he can look up to and strive to be better for. Someone that has decided to return his adoration.

He has to wipe his eyes to make the image stand clear again and next he can see, she’s almost by the throne and Heimdal has to step forward to take her hand (first wiping his discreetly in his cape because it feels clammy).

She smells like soap and flowers. Calm and collected, she smiles at him, making his knees weak as they stand facing each other.

“People of Asgard!” Odin begins, “we are gathered here today to witness the joining of two people, to hear their declarations of love for one another. However, before we begin...does anyone wish to object?”

Heimdal can feel Y/N tense, her breathing halt for fear that maybe someone does want to impede in their happiness.

But no one talks.

“Very well, then we shall proceed.”

Odin steps back, allowing Frigga to join the couple with a long, red ribbon, winding it loosely around the wrist and hands before stepping back once more.

“It is time to speak your vows,” Odin announces, gesturing to Y/N first.

The most delicate tongue darts out to wet her lips, then Y/N takes a deep breath and looks Heimdal in his eyes: “Heimdal. My soulmate. My love. There is much I want to say. I have a love for you so deep that no ocean can even fill the bottom. I felt lost until I met you...now a part of me will forever be gone from within whenever you’re not near.” She breathes out slowly, making the ribbon quiver. “But no words can truly express what you mean to me. All I can say is...the time we’ve spend together have been the best years of my life and I am keen to face whatever comes as long as I can do it beside you, with your hand in mine. Heimdal...thank you for being you and for letting me love you.”

...  Reader   ...

You can feel heat rise to your cheeks as people applaud and cheer, causing you an unexpected relief at the realization that what you said was good enough despite your worries. Excitedly, you look to Heimdal.

“Y/N. Today one of my dreams comes true: you are accepting me to be your husband. Like you, I am at a loss for words but let me try regardless because I want you to get at least an inkling of an idea of what you mean to me. I admire you for your courage and mind – you encompass what I strive at every day through your kindness and wisdom. You used the term soulmate...a term I feel is fitting for what I have experienced since meeting you. So I tell you this: I am not hopeful today...I am certain. Certain that I will be by your side for as long as you’ll have me, whatever may come. Thank you for letting me love you.”

His words echo in your mind, floating softly as your heart swells and you fall for him just a tad more even though you could have sworn that was impossible.

Then Odin coughs, silencing the applause that had risen when Heimdal finished his vows, and steps forward with Frigga. “We have heard their vows,” he proclaims, “yet I must ask you...Heimdal, Keeper of Bifrost and Protector of Asgard, do you give yourself to Y/N to be her husband?”

“Yes,” Heimdal’s deep voice admits with a smile.

Then Odin turns to you. “Y/N, Warrior and Protector of Asgard, do you give yourself to Heimdal to be his wife?”

“Yes.”

Holding her hands over yours, Frigga speaks the words of a long-forgotten age and golden magic radiates from the silk. It’s warm and pleasant, even as the bond tightens before it evaporates with the light.

“I now declare for all to hear that Y/N and Heimdal have been wed. You may kiss each other.”

The grand hall erupts in cheers but you are deaf to it all as you finally close the distance and kiss your love. Your husband. Your soulmate.

[yourdailymarvelmemes]

[evilkitten3]

best heimdall characterization

literally anyone: don't open the bifrost:

heimdall:

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Loki Series

Ad Libitum (Loki)

By the King’s Hand (Loki)

Fully Completely (Loki)

Unearthly Desires (Loki)

Little Lies (Loki, boss au)

The Sticking Point (regency au)

Dirty Work

Multicharacter fics ft. Loki:

Summertime sadness (dad! Steve Rogers, professor!Bucky Barnes, boss!Loki)

Stranger at the Door (Loki, Thor)

Eye of the Storm (Thor & Loki)

Too much is never enough (Thor, Loki, MCU)

Too much is never enough Epilogues (Loki, Thor, MCU)

Hidden Gems (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Thor, Loki, Peter Parker)

All in the Family (Loki, Heimdall, Victor Shade/Vision, College AU)

Pretty Petals (Multifandom)

Drabbles:

2022 Drabbles (multi fandom collection)

Forbidden Lessons (Professor Loki, Professor Bucky Barnes, MCU)

Sweet Treats AU (MCU, multiple characters + multiple reader)